March 25, 2013 by allsho
The only footage of a parade I could find dates a while back.
Some friends, my wife and I had taken a small weekend off to Southern Tuscany. We ended up in a village called Castiglione del Lago, set on a hill overlooking Lake Trasimeno, the largest lake in peninsular Italy. A really pretty place.
And hosting, right on that July Sunday, a folk festival, of which, needless to say, we knew nothing. There were four groups, parading and performing, each to their own music and with their coloured costumes: the hosting group, then one from Turkey, another one from Indonesia and the fourth from Euskadi (the Basque Country).
The amazing thing, to me, was that people from such far places in the world, with such different traditions, were there to do exactly the same thing: sharing their cultures. As if really the historical heritage of music, dancing, dressing, has a universal value, all over the world.
You know, the kind of thing you hear about all the time, but when you’re there to see it with your eyes you understand it’s not just idle words.